School Monorhyme Poems | Examples
These School Monorhyme poems are examples of Monorhyme poems about School. These are the best examples of Monorhyme School poems written by international poets.
Go gayly to the school, Obedient to its rule, Behave cordially and cool, Don't be a confused pool, Learn the learning tool, And avoid to be a fool.
Concept was fuzzy, ill-defined, unclear
I accidentally said this with the teacher near
In the days when she could beat my rear
I had a horrific time in school that year
Summer came and went too fast, but I still had a blast!
I wish this warm weather could last forever.
Feeling the sun's rays during these lazy days;
Taking a dip in the pool to keep ourselves cool;
Kids all scream for delicious ice cream.
Dancing to the music; drinking water when it's humid;
No need to brag when you got swag!
Going on nightly strolls: Call me butter cause I'm on a roll.
Playing video games with friends:
Why did summer have to end?
Now it's time for fall, y'all,
And Back to School season after all.
So Summer, I bid you so long for now;
As cooler temperatures return, take a bow.
I can't wait to do it again!
See you next year until then.
The day begins with the usual drill.
Plans in readiness, we will fulfil.
Crouch under your desk and stay quite still,
Keep your eyes down, use your skill.
Don’t look up, this I must instil.
Try to be as quiet, not a sound if you will.
We practice this drill not to give you a chill,
It’s so important to do this safety grill.
If a shooter comes in, we know to do nil
We learn this so that we will be safe until.
The scene has been given a clear bill.
We know we must not cry or let out a shrill.
Teacher says chances of being hurt, are nil,
If we do as we are told and all be very still.
Mother's mornings, we're getting up, she's thankful for waking,
mother's days, we're at school, she's singing while she's cleaning,
mother's noons, we're eating lunch, she's with dear friends, inviting,
mother's eves, before our dinner with our hands held, she's praying,
mother's nights, by our bedsides, she's saying "I love you" kissing,
mother's in heaven, softly saying I'm here my darlings, watching.
Fire captain cat is super calm and cool
Furry as all get out, an unspoken rule
For we reside in a town called Cats all Drool
Last night the fire people saved our burning school.
I am sure the art supply company thinks I am a school said Lamaay
She orders and receives art supplies almost every other day.
Her husband has no problem with it, he knows it makes Lamaay sashay
And keeps her happy, upbeat, positive, optimistic and truly gay.
Her toenails are as thick as a tortoise shell
She does not hesitate to tell
Potentials suitors to go to h…..
She has not been to charm school, says Cousin Kell
Tough old bird with opinions most would never tell
can perplex and stuplify with one old world spell
we are fascinated yet terrified by our grandma Nell
She calls us to supper with a possessed dinner bell
Missed my submission of poem in the first PS anthology
I think I was travelling that time or in a very long journey
Second submission, I think I’ve missed because I was so busy
Perhaps focused on my school work, no one had pinched me
Third submission, now announcements around I see
But which of my poems is/are worth for publication, can you tell me
I think I need an editor, can you help me my dear mentors of poetry?
May 12, 2023 3.40pm
They say that "God writes straight with crooked lines"
we seek control, but perhaps that confines
God's Will, Plan, compassionate designs
it's up to Him, the One who defines
what's good and true, thus His Mercy shines
along shared paths where friendship entwines
the heart-grown courage God's Hope aligns
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Inspired by just having finished reading--
LINES OF COURAGE by Jennifer A. Nielsen
Of books about Home Run King, Henry Aaron
Duval, Florida school shelves are now barren
What kind of specs are those folks wearin'
~ Methinks they're definitely errin'
At school my dears, you must call me Miss Cat
She is a teacher now, of this, the other and that
Her mind is dazzling, her fashion is chic and phat
She is kind and endearing, never rude or a brat
I readily agree to start calling my grandma Miss Cat
But of course, at home we call her grams, for she is all that!
Lucky I to have fate so sublime
And luckier yet to tribute this rhyme
To my astute, bright, superb team slime.
Foremost is Janki - a pure-heart dime;
With wise saws, quick wits, lively and prime;
Trustworthy, motherly, wonderful all time.
Next is Gautam - clear, clean and pal prime;
Helpful, reasonable, sharp yet simple chime.
Tejas - a perfect, punctual, sweet lime,
Ready with answers, active, apt thyme.
Kiran - conducive, kind, Hindi rhyme;
Talkative, approachable, yet sublime.
Vidhi - a guide, mentor and convoy mine;
Constructive, just, cool, without any crime.
Jinal - young, dashing, sweeter, fresh thyme
Gained goal: teaching those who taught – no crime.
Local language is taught by the chime
Named beauty Hetal - neat, nice, bright stime.
Ashaka, a helping hand, is fun-time.
Paridhi, another aid is beauty’s shrine;
Sensitive, stress buster, acts peacetime;
Understanding, lovely, soft at break time.
Last but not least is Shivram meantime
Shayri, history, Geo; lazy no crime.
All gems bright true and precious sublime,
Bestowed by the almighty in time
For my assistance in this school prime.
Here my mono rhyme thanking all the slime.
Chased by a two hundred pound kangaroo
I hid inside an Alaskan igloo
I concocted a wild witch’s brew
And put together a tasty stew
Someone yelled, “Here is a blue kangaroo!”
I knew this was not an ample clue.
Had someone fashion me a new hairdo.
Styled by a beauty school shrew.
Someone stuck their head in and yelled “Boo!”
An odd orange creature from the nearest zoo.
He was not painted the right hue.
Not like the scary red kangaroo.
a long-needed vacation I'll take
or romantic getaway on school brake.
maybe to a casino where I can rake
spin the wheel and a fortune I'll make
or blow and give the dice a shake
maybe I'll go fishing on a lake,
a piece of land with gold I'll stake
with a nesting duck and a drake.
2/3/2022
inspired by L MILTON HANKINS blog